They sat in an awkward silence before Pai began to cry again, her shoulders shaking as the last two decades of anger and hurt began to pour out of her. A pain she hadn’t been able to share with any one she knew. The scabs of those old wounds being peeled back and bloodied anew. Raw and open enough to make his own hurt pale. He hushed her, twisting to press their foreheads together and feeling the tug of her fingers twining into his hair.
Oh my gosh i just put some of my own writing on here i never thought i would do that! I usually squirrel it all to myself. Curse my new “more open and personable” blogging policy.